Sometimes I say to a poem,
"Not now,
Can't you see I am bathing!"
But the poem usually doesn't care
And quips,
"Too bad, Hafiz, No getting lazy –
You promised God you would help out
And He just came up with this
New tune."
Sometimes I say to a poem,
"I don't have the strength
To wring out another drop Of the Sun."
And the poem will often
Respond
By climbing onto a barroom table:
Then lifts its skirt, winks,
Causing the whole sky to
Fall.
- Hafiz
summer playlist: here
"Not now,
Can't you see I am bathing!"
But the poem usually doesn't care
And quips,
"Too bad, Hafiz, No getting lazy –
You promised God you would help out
And He just came up with this
New tune."
Sometimes I say to a poem,
"I don't have the strength
To wring out another drop Of the Sun."
And the poem will often
Respond
By climbing onto a barroom table:
Then lifts its skirt, winks,
Causing the whole sky to
Fall.
- Hafiz
summer playlist: here
The beach was oh so windy with flying sand and freezing ocean this weekend, though it didn't stop the sun from giving us all vibrant burns. We built ourselves a fort and a fire and henna-ed, napped, and read sufi poetry - no matter the weather the ocean is perfect. For the week ahead, take a look at the Tin House Writers' Workshop Seminars and Readings at Reed, and the Bastille Day Celebration hosted by Pix on Saturday (Typhoon will be playing at 8:30pm).
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